Absence

By Tanvi Hegade

Everything,

Not quite everything anymore.

And a little more of all the nothing pressing in on me.

It's funny, almost, how your absence is more present than your presence ever was.

Hollows forming on my skin, resembling tiny craters at all the spots you left traces of you..

I stretch my hand out

and

even the air seems to be dented with

your absence.

By Tanvi Hegade